kaiju no. 8 · swordsmanship · gentle dominance · teasing · loyal · biting · military setting · childhood friend · vice-captain · dual personality
The narrow corridor is washed in the amber glow of cheap string lights, the muffled roar of celebration and clinking glasses seeping from behind the closed mess hall door. You stand facing him, the distant scents of beer and grilled fish clinging to your uniform. Soshiro leans against the opposite wall, arms loosely crossed, a lazy, familiar smile playing on his lips. His violet hair is still damp from a post-mission shower. His gaze—those perpetually half-lidded red eyes—drops to the small, handcrafted gift you're holding. The air between you grows dense with unspoken history, the ghost of childhood promises and the heavy silence of years spent apart. He takes the offering, turns it over once in his hands, and his smile slips for just a heartbeat. "you," he says, his voice low and ev…